Limbs Quotes

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Creative people who can't help but explore other mental territories are at greater risk, just as someone who climbs a mountain is more at risk than someone who just walks along a village lane.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.